Admiral’s Bits
Story codes: FF, gsolo, Mg, cons
Summary: Stories, scenes and ideas too short for their own pages (1,500 words or less)

The following works of fiction are written by Admiral Cartwright (a pseudonym) and presented for entertainment purposes only. Copyright © effective 1999. Distribution of this material or of any predecessor(s) for profit and/or with this information abridged shall constitute a violation of intellectual property law and may result in some serious shit. Unless, of course, you ask the author first.


“Damn! Fine writing  ... a triumph.”

“This is the very first time that I have ever read a preteen-age story plot, and the turn on was as much of an adult ‘thing’. Quite satisfying.”

Granger Danger

“Quick, get me the sorting hat!”

“Fuck, that’s clever. I demand an official adaptation yesterday!”

Jo and Lexi

“Extremely hot. There’s not much plot, but then there’s not supposed to be much plot.”

“Sexy, sensual, hot!”

The Delusional One
(poem/song, nosex, 2010)

One of three poems/songs I wrote about unrequited love. We all know the feeling.

What is love?
A tangible thing?
A kiss, a hug
A wedding ring?

If I fool myself into
Believing I’m in love
Isn’t the feeling the same?

What is love?
A state of mind?
What no archaeologist
Can find?

If love unrequited is
My own invented stuff
Is it my heart that’s to blame?

That’s the thing about a delusion
It’s real to the delusional one

What is love?
Is it something sweet
That takes a turn sour on a
One-way street?

If I fool myself into
Believing it’s enough
Why aren’t you feeling the same?

What is love?
A family tie?
The pain of a loss?
A sad good-bye?

If I throw away all the
Things I’m supposed to love
Is that the end of the game?

Taken down by my own illusions
Just call me The Delusional One

(Mg10, 2000)

Elise was a subplot of My Neighbour, dropped when it served instead to detract from the story. I had in fact deleted it, and it took several more weeks before I felt compelled to rewrite from memory what I’d done and flesh it out into its own story.

It’s quite short, but stands on its own. Enjoy!

Elise had never spent the night here by herself before. In fact, she’d only joined Jennifer on two previous occasions when her half-sister stayed over with our daughter.

So, when Elise showed up alone last night, I’d been surprised.

A couple of months older than Jennifer, Elise was a few days away from celebrating her 11th birthday. She looked nothing like Jen, since the girls were not truly related. Their respective parents had had a long relationship, but had never married; still, the pair spoke of each other as sisters.

Elise, about an inch shorter and probably ten pounds lighter, was not quite as developed as was Jennifer; nipples that had only begun to show their future, arms I could put my whole hand around, thin legs that were not quite gawky. Yet, she was beautiful, with a grown-beyond-her-years face that presented itself well under long, heavy dark hair. It was easy to imagine her right now as the adult she will become.

Like many young girls, Elise loves to be tickled, and last night was no exception. After dinner, she played her favorite game of calling me names, hoping to rile me up enough to leave the couch and the television alone to chase her through the house instead. We ended up on the couch anyway; with me sitting gently on her belly, tickling her all over as she pretended—shrieking all the while—to try worming her way out from underneath.

Looking behind me, I noticed that Elise’s nightshirt had ridden well up above her baby-blue panties, presenting quite a view. My wife, who had to work early the following morning, already was in bed, so I made no effort to cover back up the squealing child under me. Instead, I pointed toward the bedroom door and held a finger to my lips, urging quieter play.

Conversely, my tickling became more gentle, brushing her ribs, her neck, her legs and just about everything else with almost an erotic undertone. My cock, in fact, had begun to respond slightly, stirring just enough to make its presence known. Elise pretended to not notice, but her hands brushed across my member more than once as they moved to wherever I was tickling her.

Is that intentional? I wondered. Should I get more bold?

As if by answer, I let my hands brush a couple of times across her awakening nipples; she made no move of disapproval. Reaching behind me, I tickled her inner thighs, once brushing quite intentionally across her panty-clad pussy.

Her legs opened wider.

Naturally, having just received the universal sign of sexual acceptance, I was ready to continue until I heard the bedroom door open. My bleary-eyed wife just stood there, irritated. For appearance’s sake, I continued tickling Elise a bit more innocently as I apologised for the noise.

And that was that.

I awoke this morning to a sight I’ll never forget: Elise lying on her back next to me, the bedcovers just above her ribs. My wife evidently had found a ride to work and had let me sleep in, and now this still-little girl was taking advantage of the situation.

No, I didn’t wake her; instead, I found myself silently wondering how far she was willing to go. Better still, how far was I willing to go?

Rolling toward her—this porcelain doll sharing my bed—I rested my hand on her belly. Her nightshirt had ridden up again, so that my thumb found cotton at her ribs, and my palm and fingers felt the heat of her bare belly. Elise began breathing a bit more rapidly; the rise and fall of my hand becoming more apparent. She rolled her head slowly to one side and glanced at me, not seeing my one eye partially opened and hidden by the pillow.

She smiled, and looked back toward the ceiling.

Taking my queue, I allowed my hand a slow, gentle motion across her belly and up toward her chest, then down to the edge of her underwear. As I’d hoped, my thumb now could slide under her shirt to feel only skin as it traveled once more past her ribs. Slowly, very slowly, my hand slid up her breastbone toward her neck, making no overt effort yet to find her tiny breasts.

Several times, I made the same move. I wanted her to think I was asleep.

Elise’s breathing had become quite ragged, the anticipation perhaps building within her young breast as my hand slid not quite innocently up and down her silken belly and chest. Finally, I found the nipple nearest me and felt its tiny center, hard as a pebble. Slowly, my hand traced circles around the areola, and I had to fight to keep my breathing even as my loins began to stir.

My hand soon found the girl’s other nipple, and I was surprised to feel that it was noticeably bigger than its twin. Somehow, in my testosterone-induced haze, I’d forgotten that was normal.

It seemed I’d gotten lucky; if Elise noticed my sudden hesitation, she made no move of acknowledgement.

I resumed the gentle ministration of hand to breast, reveling in its coarse softness for several more minutes. There was more to caress, but I could not very well appear too rushed.

Elise was breathing through an open mouth now, halting and raspy. My hand obliged her seeming impatience, sliding down her belly to the edge of her knickers. The girl’s back arched slightly. I rubbed lightly back and forth, closer to her immature mound each time, her body responding as if it could push my hand farther without actually pushing. Finally, my hand hit home.

An audible gasp was the result.

Smiling to myself now, I rubbed the length of her young pussy with a bit more insistence. Her hips began bucking slightly under the gentle pressure, betraying her youth and inexperience, or so I supposed.

That was the moment another thought occurred to me: should I get her off; or roll over, perhaps frustrating her to the point that she’d come to me to finish? If I find her orgasm now, will she just leave, or would she show her appreciation?

Ultimately, I couldn’t bring myself to make her suffer, even if only briefly. My finger tickled her little clit until her body stiffened, a near-silent squeal escaping her lips.

I smiled in spite of myself. I had made this ten-year-old girl come.

Her breathing slowly returned to normal, and I rolled to my back, my goal fulfilled. Just as I was about to nod off, I felt a hand on my belly. Thank you, I thought.

Elise, to my surprise, was just as slow and methodical; working her hand over my belly and chest, and finally to my own nipples, with every bit as much patience as she’d received. When her hand finally reached my cock, it was fairly throbbing with anticipation.

Yet, I didn’t get the hand job I was expecting.

It took everything I had not to jump out of my skin when I felt her hot little tongue slide up the shaft of my penis, standing almost painfully erect. It was harder still to maintain the façade of sleep when her hot little pussy began rubbing up and down my shin.

Her lips by now had wrapped around my cock and I could feel the warmth of her mouth sliding over about half its modest length. Elise hardly was an expert, but she made up for it in seemingly honest desire to give as she’d received. Her head bobbed, her pussy rubbed. She was going to get a mouthful, and I wasn’t going to stop her.

My hands gripped the sheets as orgasm began, each spurt from my jerking cock pulling me further from consciousness until finally I collapsed, fully spent.

I opened my eyes, all pretense of sleep gone, only to find myself alone and fully covered. I blinked. Still alone; in fact, a little giggle came from outside my room. Pulling on shorts and a t-shirt, I soon found Elise and my daughter had poured themselves some cereal and were eating away happily. Both greeted me as they always had; nothing from Elise to betray what I thought had happened.

Perhaps it was just a dream, I reasoned. If so, that was a hell of a dream. In more than 40 years, I’d never had a wet dream quite like ...

Wet dream? Wait just a damned minute! I was clean and dry ...

Granger Danger
(g10, gsolo, 2019)

With the release of ‘Emmeline’ where fine 3D models are sold, it was no surprise to see numerous artists offer their takes on Hermione Granger as portrayed in the Potter film series. She also gave me an idea for an alternate scene. Fair use claimed per: original; transformative; minimal; no market effect.

The junior dildo just wasn’t doing the job anymore. Hermione grabbed her wand and pointed it toward her Girl’s Best Friend.

Engorgio,” she whispered.

Immediately, the first-year Gryffindor doubled over in pain, her first attempt at the enlarging charm working only too well on the now-massive phallus effectively knotted in her suddenly much larger vagina. Granger’s enchantment also had increased the dildo’s vibrations, making it impossible for her to utter the Reducio spell without screaming it loudly enough to be heard one flight up. So, all she could do was grind her teeth and ride out the best and the worst orgasm of her young life.

Later, when Ron Weasley had defeated the troll and he, Harry, and Hermione were walking back toward their common room, Granger knew she could never tell the boys the real reason she was crying in the girls’ lavatory that night.

Jo and Lexi
(FF, 1999)

This story was written (in pencil, on paper) several years before it was posted. It is a short, open-ended tale of romantic, if hesitant, lovemaking between two women.

It does stand alone and I do not expect ever to add to it. Enjoy.

Jo tried to convince herself this was only a dream. It wasn’t working.

Her best friend for fifteen years had just confessed she’s bisexual ... and attracted to her.

Sure, Lexi was beautiful—drop-dead gorgeous, in fact. But, if anything, Jo was envious of Lexi—nothing sexual about it.

Alexis preferred ‘Lexi’ because she hated the requisite comparisons to Joan Collins’ character on Dynasty, despite the years that have passed since the TV show went off the air. Besides, they didn’t look at all alike: Lexi was blond, five-feet-three and petite. She almost could pass for her early teens, except that her 118-pound frame was well rounded in all the right places.

Jo weighed about the same, but she stood 5’7”. She never thought her 34B breasts were big enough. But now, Lexi gently was fondling one as if it was just perfect.

Jo couldn’t decide whether to scream or jump out of her skin, so instead she sat quietly trembling. “I—I’ve never done anything with a girl,” she somehow blurted out.

Lexi’s voice was almost a purr: “Don’t be scared. Please?” She brought her hand up to caress Jo’s cheek. “Close your eyes,” Lexi whispered.

Okay, I’ll try that, Jo thought. Then, she felt her friend’s lips brush against hers. Jo wondered if she should respond and suddenly realised she was! The kiss was soft, warm, wet ... she loved it! Lexi’s tongue met hers, and Jo let loose. She clamped her lips around that probing tongue and sucked it deeply into her mouth.

Lexi’s eyes opened wide in surprise. She giggled playfully, and the sound snapped Jo back to reality. The taller girl froze, almost as if hit with a brick emblazoned with the words, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?

The blonde moved to Jo’s earlobe and nibbled ever so gently. “I won’t force you, babe. Anytime you want to stop, just say ‘stop’.”

Jo nearly obliged; but, something choked off the word. A shoulder strap on her dress now was untied, exposing one of her too-small breasts. She watched, fascinated, as Lexi caressed the globe with her hot breath and her soft face and lips. The blonde then ran her tongue in gentle circles around its nipple and softly suckled, like a baby. That did it—Jo’s head fell onto the couch-back and she let out a low moan.

The taller girl now noticed a warm feeling washing over her like ocean waves, and she suddenly felt an urge to move her hand to her pussy. As if on queue, a hand did find its way there—one of Lexi’s! The blonde had moved her mouth to Jo’s other breast by now, and sensed that her ‘student’ was ready to cum. Oh, no, not yet you don’t, Lexi thought. You’re going to cum in my face.

“Jo,” she whispered. “You want to try that on me, too?”

The slim brunette felt like she was in a dream, or on auto-pilot, or something. Almost unconsciously, she sat up as Lexi sank back onto the couch. Only four buttons on the blonde’s thin, almost-see-through blouse. Four buttons, and the naked breasts of a girl she grew up with would stare her straight in the face.

Lexi’s narrow back created a deceptive 35-inch measurement; her C-cup tits were perfectly proportioned to the rest of her figure, which was why Jo always was envious. Now, they were hers to play with; if she could do it. The third button undone ... the fourth opened. Not even sure what she was doing, Jo let the fingertips on each hand brush across a breast as she pulled open Lexi’s blouse.

Lexi sucked in a breath as a chill rode up her back. Her bright pink nips stood straight up, begging the brunette to please them. Hell, this can’t kill me, Jo nearly said aloud as she leaned slowly forward to kiss a waiting nipple.

She nibbled and licked hesitantly and tentatively, still unsure of herself—and it made her all the more gentle. It also drove Lexi nuts.

“God, fuck, Jo, that’s it! Ohhhhhh ... you’re so good!!”

Jo couldn’t help but smile. It was like ... a new sense of power. If I can’t have your body, I’ll have a little fun with it, I guess. What the fuck, huh?

Jo flicked her tongue across the hard nipple. Lexi whimpered and arched her back to meet Jo’s mouth. Soft, and hot; the brunette’s tongue learning quickly ... and soaking Lexi’s shorts from a foot-and-a-half up.

That tongue now was tracing a line across the blonde’s chest to the other nipple. Lexi reached up and ran a finger through Jo’s short, dark hair. The other hand was running up and down her own crotch. “I’ve wanted to do this for sooooo long,” Lexi gasped.

“I don’t believe I am doing this,” Jo responded.

Lexi’s face took on a wicked grin. “There’s more to come!”

“Like what?”

“Like you!”

The blonde gently pushed her new lover back into the couch and lifted her skirt. Jo’s knickers were dripping wet! Lexi planted a soft kiss on pussy lips she actually could see through the damp material. She paused and looked into the brunette’s eyes. “Are you ready for this?”

“God, will you just shut up and eat me?”

Whoa! Cool, you’re all mine now, Lexi thought as she pulled the flesh-coloured underwear down and off two long, lean legs.

Jo practically hit the ceiling as her friend’s tongue ran up the length of her puffy pink lips. Lexi next found the brunette’s clit, and Jo did hit a new octave! The blonde flicked the tip of her tongue up and down the labia, stopping occasionally at the little button that sent electric charges through Jo’s entire body. “Oh, yeah ... oh yeah ... OHHH YEAH! RIGHT THERE! OH, F-F-F-FUCK!!”

Lexi was enjoying every moment of her friend’s new-found pleasure. Time for you to come, baby!

The petite blonde extended her three-inch tongue to its full length. After parting the brunette’s lips with her fingers, Lexi inserted her tongue as far inside Jo’s pussy as it would go, flicking a finger simultaneously across her friend’s hot-button.

Jo was not a screamer—until now: “Oh, God, YESSSS! Ah FUCK!! That’s ... I’m gonna ... I’m g—OHHHHHHHH, LexEEEEEEEEEYEAHHHHHHHHH!!!”

The taller girl arched and bucked and let out a scream that sounded like it was coming from someone else. Her orgasm was like an explosion that seemed to start from her crotch and blow out every nerve-ending in her body. Wave after wave crashed against her as she gripped hard on Lexi’s long, blond hair, trying somehow to push the smaller girl’s tongue deeper inside her pussy.

It seemed like hours later when the last wave of pure pleasure came and went; and limp she went.

Lexi lapped up all the cum-juice she could, softly licking clean the sweet, dark pubes which finally had met her mouth. She savored the flavor of Jo’s first blast in her face. “You taste so good,” she said.

She looked up when she got no response: Jo was out for the count! None of her boyfriends ever had done this, and she’d never cum quite like that before. It drained her completely.

Lexi smiled to herself. “Sleep sweet, baby,” she whispered. “You’ll taste me next time.”

She Knows
(poem/song, nosex, 2009)

One of three poems/songs I wrote about unrequited love. We all know the feeling.

Society says I can’t feel
What I feel
Yet, she knows, and she doesn’t run away
Can’t society see?

Though she says we will never be
You know ‘never’ is a long fucking way
And time a branching tree

She knows
How I feel about her
She knows
She says, go on without her
She knows
But, how do I turn off what
She knows?

Temptation’s tearing me in two
What to do?
When she’s with me, I just want her to stay
But that’s too close to be

So, I will mind my place, and hers
With patience
And hope, maybe soon, I will see the day
That she will come to me.

She knows
How I feel about her
She knows
She says, go on without her
She knows
But, how do I turn off what
She knows?

She knows
How I feel about her
She knows
I must go on without her
She knows
But, I cannot turn off what
She knows

What You Wish For
(poem/song, nosex, 2010)

One of three poems/songs I wrote about unrequited love. We all know the feeling.

Yes, I know I hurt you
No, not my intent
Maybe I will see
How far the damage went
No, I’m not a monster
No matter what you feel
But if this is the part
I play
To give you time to heal
Then on my heart I close the door
But be careful
What you wish for

Yes, I put on blinders
No, I didn’t see
Maybe this is all
A play
To get your sympathy
Maybe I am a monster
And I don’t know it’s true
If not today, maybe
I’ll pay for what I do
If on my heart I close the door
So be careful
What you wish for

Hurting you
Was not what I meant to do
And that’s the difference
Between me and you

Maybe I’m a drama queen
Or hanging by a string
It may parlay to get
My way
It may be everything

So here’s my heart, it’s on the floor
But be careful
What you wish for

Stomp it ’til it beats no more
But be careful
What you wish for

A flat line on the monitor
If this is
What you wish for

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